I have my horse, which I really don't consider a "pet." I suppose I could classify him that way, although I think he's deemed "livestock." So no, unfortunately, I officially have no pets at this time. Well, that is not entirely true. I had this guy and his buddy visiting over the holiday break. But even they returned to the land of schoolchildren this week.
Do you think it is funny that I talk to them? I really do! When I get to school I say (imagine a high pitched cutesy motherese voice) "Helllllo fishies! Are you hungry? Do you want your breakfast?"
And they bubble bubble blub blub and come to the top of the bowl. I know. So Sad.
Years ago, I had gerbils as a class pet. Which by the way, I would never recommend. Ever. They were supposed to be two males. But they reproduced. And I ended up bringing one of them home to live with me (after 3 batches of babies.) His name was Lucky and he was quite the character. Not exactly good cuddle material while watching a movie, however.
If I could adopt a dog right now, I might adopt this female Beagle. She is a good size for my current space and lifestyle. And I like how Beagles are "big dogs" in "little dog" bodies.
Her name is Emma. Isn't she darling? Beagles are not easy dogs. There are thousands more Beagles online for adoption and sitting at rescues than any other breed. Most people don't know what they are getting into. I would. Having watched my family raise a Beagle, through the ups and the downs, I know they are intelligent, loving, and loyal dogs. But they are hounds, and with that comes a lot of hound quirks.
Here are the reasons why I don't have a pet. First, my landlord will not let me. I asked her several years ago, when a family member was trying to find a home for her toy Chihuahua, which happened to weigh 3 lbs and was litter box trained. That seems convincing, right? She still said no. She said she had not had good luck with pets in her rentals in the past. I suppose I understand that. Trust me, I see all the cat vomit Paint Girl cleans up on a regular basis. Animals are messy. But more than anything, I just don't think my landlord is an animal person.
This is unfortunate because I live in the perfect place to have an indoor cat. Or a small dog, as I have plenty of walking parks nearby.
Besides, with all the furry friends that slobber, whine, lick, purr, drool, bark, scratch, neigh, and growl at me between my parents' place and Paint Girl's mini-farm, I find myself truly blessed and surrounded with pet love! Without actually having to clean up any vomit!